As they spoke, Little Blondie once again picked up the iron bar nearby, and the four of them surrounded Wen Linyu.
Knives and iron bars alternated constantly before his eyes.
An Li was so frightened that she could hardly even cry, and nobody was listening to whatever she was shouting.
Little Blondie's iron bar hits landed solidly; even if Wen Linyu had skills, with his hands bound, one person couldn't possibly withstand four.
He barely dodged a knife flying through the air, only to have the iron bar follow closely behind.
With a "thud," the iron bar struck the wall beside him, leaving a dent.
Wen Linyu had nowhere left to retreat, while Little Blondie, eyes ablaze, swore to fight him to the death.
Little Blondie raised the iron bar in his hand again.
Suddenly, a figure sprang out from nowhere.
An Li dashed forward like mad, biting into Little Blondie's arm.
She seemed like a frenzied little lion, tearing at Blondie's arm, eyes bloodshot, as if aiming to rip off his flesh.
